Chapter 59 Olivia
Chapter fifty-nine
Olivia
If War thinks this is punishment… he’s wrong.
The spanking?
I may ask for that again.
His cock driving into me like this?
His hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise?
I’d beg for this kind of punishment.
I push back into his thrusts, matching his rhythm, my breath catching with every snap of his hips.
He holds me down, tight and unrelenting.
“No, stay still,” he growls again, like he can hear my thoughts. “This is punishment, Olivia.”
I can’t help the breathless chuckle that slips out of me.
“It isn’t though,” I whimper, smiling even as I moan.
My hand slides down beneath my skirt, fingers finding my clit, rubbing in tight desperate circles as he fucks me deeper.
War groans above me—low and feral.
He doesn’t stop.
Doesn’t let up.
And I don’t want him to.
I circle my clit, desperate for release, every nerve sparking under his thrusts, until his hand shoots down and grabs mine, yanking it away.
“Don’t,” he snarls in my ear, voice guttural. “Don’t touch what’s mine.”
My breath catches.
His pace slows, drags, tortures me. Then he pulls out entirely, leaving me empty, aching.
“War—” I gasp, half protest, half plea.
“On your knees,” he orders, his voice rough steel.
I freeze. My body trembles.
Because I know what’s coming.
And I want it.
Even if he swears it’s punishment.
I turn, my legs shaky, my skirt hiked up around my hips, as I drop to the cool marble floor. My knees hit hard, but I don’t care. Not when he’s standing over me, his belt loose, his cock thick and glistening from being inside me.
I lick my lips without thinking. His eyes darken.
“Open your mouth,” he says, voice low and lethal.
Heat floods my cheeks, my body. I part my lips.
He grips the back of my head, guiding me closer. Not gentle. Not soft.
“This is what happens when you lie to me. When you walk into Bratva territory like you’re untouchable.”
His tip slides against my tongue, and I moan around it.
“You want to touch yourself, Olivia? You want forgiveness?” His voice is a growl, sharp with restraint. “You earn it. With your mouth. With obedience.”
I open wider, moaning when he pushes past my lips.
The thick weight of him fills my mouth, my tongue curling around him instinctively. His grip tightens at the back of my head, holding me still as his hips drive forward.
“Good girl,” he growls. “Take it.”
I gag once when he hits the back of my throat, but the sound makes his chest rumble with approval. My eyes water, and I moan around him, the vibration dragging another curse from his lips.
He pulls back, then thrusts forward again, harder this time. The salty taste of him coats my tongue, slick and intoxicating. My thighs press together, desperate for friction.
I slide a hand down, sneaking beneath my skirt. My fingers find my clit, already swollen and aching. I circle it, needy, moaning as his cock drives deeper.
He glances down and sees what I’m doing. His eyes darken further, his jaw clenching.
“You want to touch yourself while I use your mouth?” His voice is a growl, dangerous, but not stopping me.
I whimper around him, nodding as best I can.
“Then do it,” he orders, thrusting into me again. “Rub that greedy little cunt, while you choke on my cock.”
The permission unravels me. My fingers work furiously over my clit, my slick soaking my fingers. My moans vibrate around him, and he curses again, hips snapping harder, faster, as he fucks my mouth.
Tears stream down my cheeks, spit dripping from the corners of my lips. He doesn’t stop. He holds me there, fucking into me, his cock hitting deep again and again until I’m dizzy, my whole body buzzing.
“Look at you,” he groans, his grip on my hair tightening. “On your knees. Crying. Touching yourself while I ruin your throat.”
I moan louder, my orgasm crashing through me, my body shuddering, clit pulsing under my fingers.
He groans, deep and raw, and jerks into my mouth one last time before spilling hot and thick down my throat. I swallow greedily, moaning as he holds me there until he’s empty.
When he finally pulls back, I’m shaking, gasping for breath, my lips swollen, my chin wet.
He drags his thumb across my mouth, smearing spit across my cheek, his eyes blazing with satisfaction.
“You’ll never walk into danger again,” he says, voice low and final. “Not while you belong to me.”
I stay on my knees, trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure, my lips swollen, my throat raw, my hand still slick between my thighs.
War breathes deeply above me, eyes fixed on me like I’m the only thing that exists. Then, with a quiet exhale, he tucks himself away and fastens his pants.
He crouches in front of me, his hands slipping beneath my arms, lifting me to my feet.
“Come here, sweet girl,” he murmurs. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
***
“On one hand, I am proud of you,” War says, his voice softer than I deserve. “Grateful you got the building back… even if you did terrify me.”
He feeds me a bite of pasta from the bowl balanced between us. I take it, and my heart soars at the simple sweetness of it… this man, shirtless in bed beside me, a movie playing low on the flat screen, feeding me like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I shift against him, the silk of the blue set he bought me whispering over my skin. The one he goes feral for, his gaze had already darkened the moment he saw me in it tonight, his hand lingering over my breasts before we ever pressed play.
I swallow, and smile up at him.
“I will say…” I pause for effect, teasing. “Your punishment is ineffective. Because I definitely want it again.”
That laugh bursts out of him; the deep, rumbling one that lights up his whole face, that makes the sharp, ruthless man look boyish for just a second. I love that laugh more than I should.
He shakes his head, still chuckling, then turns toward me, cradling my cheek in his large hand. His thumb brushes over my skin, tender, reverent. His forehead leans close to mine.
“I’m in love with you, Olivia Baker,” he murmurs, voice rough and unguarded. “Desperately in love.”
My breath hitches. “War… I know. You’ve said.”
“I’ve said I love you,” he corrects gently, “and I do. But I’m also in love with you. So damn much.”
My chest clenches. “Why?” The word slips out before I can stop it.
His gaze softens, ice-blue and endless.
“Oh, Olivia. You. You are the human embodiment of every star I’ve been trying to reach and never managed.”
Tears sting my eyes. “Warren…”
“You are worth everything,” he says, fierce and raw. “Every single thing in this world is tangible—but you… you’re eternity.”
The movie flickers forgotten in the background. His bare chest is warm beneath my cheek as I press closer, holding him like I’ll never let go. And I know I won’t.
War tilts my chin up, eyes locked on mine.
Then he kisses me.
Not hungry. Not punishing. Just… slow. Deep. Devoted.
The kind of kiss that says I’m yours.
The kind that ruins every kiss that came before.
When he pulls back, his lips curve into a smile.
“You’re mine, Olivia Baker,” he says, brushing a knuckle down my jaw. “And you’re never walking into danger without me again. But…”
His eyes flick down to my chest. The grin deepens.
“You are wearing that set again. I’ll buy you a thousand more.”